During the day, I am the most ordinary courier in Lingcheng, shuttling through the old town of Qingshiban, delivering daily necessities of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
At night, the city falls into the letter world, the street lights turn into envelopes, the streets are covered with old letters, and I am the only night postman.
There is no system, no points, and no Long Aotian.
There is no seven-day cycle and no forced clocking in.
Each letter comes with its own independent countdown to life and death. If it is not delivered within the time limit, I will be counterattacked by the letter pattern and eventually turn into a wisp of obsession in the world of letters.
I can only rely on my brain to find a chance of survival among the layers of rules and traps.
Everyone said that my sister disappeared out of thin air in Huaixiang three years ago and it was an unsolved case.
It wasn't until I became a postman that I discovered that she was the most powerful night postman in the past.
She placed a seal for three years to protect me from living a safe life.
She voluntarily turned into a letter core and supported the two realms that were about to collapse alone.
The moment I collected all the remaining letters and stepped into the Origin Post Office.
I finally understood:
She was never missing.
She just changed her way to protect me forever.
